God Made Me - Poem 2

God made the voluptuously sapphire crested nightingale; only so that it could stupendously placate all murderously frazzled nerves; with the ingratiating melody in its seductive sound,

God made the sparklingly tranquil rivers; only so that they could astoundingly appease the scorchingly famished throats of countless dreary; with their perennially mystical enthrallment,

God made the vivaciously blazing Sun; only so that it could dazzle its Omnipotent shine to even the most infinitesimally remote corners of this Universe; compassionately comfort one and all; with its marvelously majestic warmth,

God made the celestially resplendent stars; only so that they could shimmer a path of profoundly enamoring mysticism; magnanimously enlighten; the heart of the sullenly gory night,

God made torrential cloudbursts of golden rain; only so that they could tantalizingly reinvigorate acrimoniously parched granules of deadened soil; impregnate scintillating beams of life in those heading towards a morbid extinction,

God made the enigmatically slithering serpent; only so that it could stupendously stupefy the dolorously pallid ambience of the forests; with its inscrutably hissing sounds,

God made the voluptuously titillating rose; only so that it could ubiquitously disseminate its fragrance of perpetual equality to even the most obsolete cranny
of this planet; transform all those besieged with murderous monotony into an
apostle of humanitarian peace,

God made the dexterously chiseled pen; only so that it could emboss countless lines of patriotic literature; handsomely evoke a revolution of holistic togetherness; with the unassailable power of words,

God made the royally towering mountains; only so that they could amiably sequester all tyrannically bereaved in their invincibly formidable swirl; be the very first exemplaries of success perennially kissing the fathomless sky,

God made the ravishingly frothy oceans; only so that they could tantalizingly harbor all innocuously aquatic life; culminate into indispensably priceless salt for the survival of all living beings whether rich or indigent; alike,

God made the vividly boisterous butterflies; only so that they could fascinatingly flutter under profound rays of the midday Sun; mischievously philander and frolic with eternal lovebirds behind the aristocratic hills,

God made the eclectically sprouting seeds; only so that they could bountifully sprout into beautifully salubrious nutrition; become every living organism's ultimate
panacea to harmoniously survive,

God made the meticulously ticking clock; only so that it could incessantly depict the radically changing shades of ebullient time; sagaciously apprise all about the inevitably passing moments of vibrant life,

God made the fabulously euphoric shadow; only so that it could magnificently soothe the diabolical dungeons of abhorrence; with its spell bindingly silken and exotic touch,

God made the rambunctiously innocuous and piquant hen; only so that it could rhetorically lay a shimmering festoon of poignant eggs; ensure that life indefatigably lingered in the atmosphere; with its series of passionate quacks,

God made the supremely princely peacock; only so that it could dance the most gloriously charming dance on this planet; under torrential downpours of ebulliently
alluring rain,

God made the gregariously clashing clouds; only so that they could grandiloquently deluge the brutally dilapidated cracks on devastated soil; with unsurpassable tumblers of rejuvenating liquid,

God made the tirelessly buzzing and swarming bees; only so that they could continuously diffuse into a web of glitteringly golden honey; ecumenically diffuse a spell of magical sweetness to every dwelling submerged with horrifically disparaging despair,

God made the regally wide eyed owl; only so that it could prudently admonish everyone in vicinity about the most diminutive insinuation of oncoming danger; while the world snored thunderously under the wholesomely crippling blackness of the night,

And God made me; every ingredient of my impoverished heart; blood and soul; only so that I could love you and dedicate every iota of enthusiasm in my body towards writing poetry; for infinite more births yet to come.
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Nikhil Parekh

Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 ; 1977 ) from Ahmedabad , India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India , which is India's Best Book of Records , also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle . The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural . 10 Different National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace' , at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ . The Indian Poet has written thousands of varied poems on - God , Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty , Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet . Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God ( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume 10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part 8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their entirety . The Poet's Poetry has had the patronization of several versatile World Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit http://nikhilparekh.net ; the webpage . more…

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